Rebirth of the Urban Madman

Starry sky purple coffin, forty years, the three locks have already appeared dense and tiny cracks.

Mo Qinglian looked at it, his eyes slightly condensed.

"Break the lock first, this chain is breaking all the time, as long as the lock is broken, there is hope to open the coffin!"

A cold voice sounded in the starry sky.

The ten great combined Daos, their eyes slightly condensed, some people glanced at Mo Qinglian.

"Go!"

Some people roared, using spiritual spells, some people used magic weapons, and some people used magical powers.

In an instant, eleven people had already attacked the three dragon locks.

Mo Qinglian, in his hand, had a sword as cold as ice, and the sword was as cold as three thousand miles, slashing directly on the purple coffin.

Boom!

In the roar, the purple coffin did not even tremble, many spiritual spells were broken, magical powers were repelled, and magic weapons flew backwards.

Mo Qinglian even groaned, his tiger's mouth was cracked, and his blood and qi shook his face red.

"Attack again!"

Mo Qinglian spoke, she danced like a fairy with a sword, graceful but with endless murderous intent, slashing down on the purple coffin.

The other ten great Hedao also took action and bombarded again.

Boom boom boom...

The purple coffin was still motionless. The killing of the eleven people was like an egg hitting a stone on the purple coffin.

"This purple coffin, can we really break it!"

"The chain is the condensation of the Tao. Damn, it's hard for even the Mahayana to break it, let alone us!"

"I feel cold in my heart, as if there is an ancient beast buried in the coffin!"

Some great Hedao spoke, and their voices resounded in the starry sky.

"Don't worry, this coffin is hard to break. If it can be easily broken, how can we get it!" The man said slowly, "The chain on the coffin is already full of cracks. If the last breeze blows out the candlelight, we can break it. There is a high possibility that there is a chance of immortality buried in it. Do you want to let it pass away before your eyes?"

The man's voice made everyone's heart move slightly.

"Kill!"

Someone spoke up. Although this purple coffin made him palpitate, it did not have any killing power.

Once there is a chance of immortality in it, they may also become a genius and hope to achieve Mahayana.

How can there be something in the world that is obtained for free? They naturally understand it after practicing to the state of harmony.

Immediately, the eleven people almost took action again.

Mo Qinglian, slashed the chain with one sword after another, without any delay.

The man looked at Mo Qinglian and sighed softly. His voice was subtle, but it seemed like an old woman speaking.

"Why do this? Is it worth it?"

...

In the samsara calamity, Qin Xuan has lived through life after life.

His heart is like an ancient well, never stirred, as if he is a passerby.

Forty years in the outside world, for Qin Xuan in this samsara calamity, it is already a hundred lives.

In a hundred lives, he lived again and again, and died again and again.

Experienced strange things, experienced a long life.

"In the outside world, I don't know what time it is!" Qin Xuan stood on a mountain and murmured, "Forty years, I moved four traces of emperor's thoughts like snakes, broke this coffin burial, locked the origin, forbidden method, and sealed the four calamities, and it will take no more than forty years to break it!"

"Now, it should be close!"

He looked ahead, and the road of samsara was already a little blurry.

The samsara calamity could not move his immortal heart, and in his state of mind, it had begun to gradually disintegrate.

For him who had stepped into the fantasy world, a hundred reincarnations were nothing to say, and it was even more difficult to shake him a little.

"Forget it, it's time to break it!"

Qin Xuan's eyes were like a shuttle. He activated the fifth imperial thought, which was as subtle as a thread, one billionth of a millimeter. In an instant, the whole world seemed to be split into two.

He seemed to appear again in the endless darkness, with a dim gaze.

Outside, a subtle voice sounded.

In an instant, Mo Qinglian changed slightly.

"Retreat!"

The leading man spoke, reminding Mo Qinglian.

Mo Qinglian immediately retreated, activated the ultimate magical power, and crossed 300,000 miles in one step.

The other ten great combined ways had not even reacted yet, and the three chains were instantly turned into dust.

The purple coffin was ten thousand feet in radius, and it instantly collapsed into nothingness.

Including the ten great combined ways, annihilated in it.

Mo Qinglian's eyes were indifferent, as if he didn't care about the life and death of these ten people at all.

"The lock is broken, Qinglian, you must not step into it easily, or you will die!"

The man stepped forward and quietly turned into an extremely old woman, only four feet tall, with a faintly illusory body.

"I know!" Mo Qinglian said coldly. In the purple coffin, all things were annihilated, and even a Mahayana who entered it would die.

It took almost a whole stick of incense for the domain formed by the collapse of the Dao to become weaker.

Mo Qinglian stepped forward and wanted to walk towards the purple coffin.

"Qinglian, the aftermath is still there, you have to wait at least three days..."

"I can't wait!"

Mo Qinglian spoke coldly, she slowly walked towards the purple coffin, and came to the place where the terrifyingIn the realm of the terrifying Dao rules.

In the ugly face of the old woman, Mo Qinglian slowly stepped into the realm.

In an instant, Mo Qinglian's face turned pale, and countless Dao rules rushed into Mo Qinglian's body like maggots attached to the bones.

The horrible pain was like thousands of swords piercing through her body.

For Mo Qinglian, a distance of ten thousand feet is usually just a step away.

But she walked for a hundred breaths in this, and the corners of her mouth were bleeding, and her brows were furrowed.

"Girl, why are you doing this!"

The old woman lamented, unable to bear to see Mo Qinglian like this.

In front of the purple coffin, Mo Qinglian's jade hand slowly stretched out from under her white robe. She looked at the purple coffin and her palm slowly fell on it.

As she gritted her teeth and blood oozed between her teeth, a crack opened on the purple coffin with a rumbling sound.

Boom!

The terrifying momentum instantly knocked Mo Qinglian away, and she was pushed back tens of thousands of feet.

Mo Qinglian even spit out a mouthful of blood, her face extremely pale.

She looked at the purple coffin, and saw that a crack opened, and then the whole purple coffin was disintegrating, like dust and smoke, and disappeared.

A white dress appeared in front of Mo Qinglian.

Thin lips, indifferent eyebrows, white hair like a waterfall, scattered in the starry sky.

"It's him!"

Mo Qinglian ignored her injuries and rushed to Qin Xuan's side.

The old woman grabbed Mo Qinglian's arm with her dry palm, "Girl, you must not seek death, the power of the Tao in this person still exists, you..."

"Mo Qinglian, do you want to die?" Suddenly, the old woman let out a sharp whistle, like a ghost.

Mo Qinglian finally calmed down a little, she looked at the old woman.

Finally, she frowned and sat down cross-legged.

She took out a pill and put it into her mouth. At the same time, the old woman set up a big formation.

"Why do you have to do this for a man!?"

"You have been looking for him for more than 30 years, why bother with this little time!"

"What's more, he is still sleeping now. When he wakes up, we will meet!"

The old woman looked at Mo Qinglian and persuaded him.

Mo Qinglian looked at the white clothes and laughed at herself.

"If he wakes up, we won't meet!"

"Mo Ji, you don't understand him!"

Mo Qinglian looked at Qin Xuan, the white clothes, and gritted her teeth slightly.

"He is a complete bastard!"

"You would rather accompany Xiao Wu and not reject Jun Wushuang, but you have to avoid me!"

"Am I, Mo Qinglian, really inferior to them?"

"Bastard!"

Mo Ji was a little surprised. She looked at Mo Qinglian, a woman who was being hunted by a large sect but was not moved at all.

Now, she is like a child,

in her prime!